Pull Caroline in and cool off her proud demeanour

"I'm sorry," Emmaline said, sounding apologetic but still actually forming her impulsive plan as she swam towards Caroline at the edge of the pool. "I'll get out,"

Emmaline pushed herself up at the edge of the pool. The waters, touched with magic, streamed down her back and beaded down the back of her legs. She could feel eyes on her, no doubt many of the men and perhaps some of the women in the pool were taking the chance to check out her shapely backside.

Pretending not quite to have the strength she reached up an arm towards Caroline in a gesture for help. Her little sister had just offered to pull her out of the pool, after all.

"You're pathetic," said Caroline with her mouth almost forming something of a sneer but she reached down and tugged onto Emmaline's arm.

That's when the acrobat, far stronger than her shapely body might suggest, gave her little sister a sharp yank and pulled her down into the pool.

There was a satisfactory sploosh of a sound and water sprayed everywhere. One of the naked noble ladies nearby let out a charismatic little laugh, lifting a hand to cover her mouth even though she wore a mask that hid her face. The naked man who had been flirting with her turned to look at the commotion.

Caroline shot to the surface of the pool, her hair plastered to her head and her ballgown absolutely soaked through. The silky fabric glistened in the pool light, clinging to the little sister's skin and revealing to Emmaline and anyone else watching that the proud noblewoman wasn't wearing a bra. It would have ruined the lines of the dress.

Emmaline braced herself for Caroline's protests but her little sister just spluttered and looked stunned. One of the naked men swam over to help her, stopping up close against her, his half-mast penis rocking in the water and tapping her thigh, "Are you alright?" asked the stranger in the mask.

Caroline spat out a cute little mouthful of water. It was such a prim and proper jet of water that, just for a second, she looked a bit like a gorgeous statue carved by a master artisan and once again the nobles in the pool chuckled. In one corner both Becky and Fuu looked on in bemused enjoyment.

Caroline tried to move, tried to wade through the pool but as it was deep enough to swim around in, Emmaline already having gone for a quick underwater swim, the little sister found she couldn't. She couldn't reach the bottom with her feet and began to sink again.

Emmaline swam over to offer her sister some assistance, "Sorry," said the acrobat with a sheepish smile, "I couldn't help myself..."

"Ladies," said the naked noble, his face covered by a goblin's mask and he started to unfasten the top of Caroline's gown. "I think this is the best way to look after you. Swimming in this fine dress will be absolutely impossible."

Caroline blinked, still stunned, but didn't resist. Emmaline had to admit her haughty little sister was taking her dunking in better spirits that she had feared. But it was so nice and warm in the pool, so pleasant, so relaxing. Emmaline began to wonder whether the magic waters did more than just glow. Was there something in the pool that compelled people to get along?

Emmaline helped the strange man strip her sister. She pulled the gown down off Caroline's shoulders and ducked underwater to pull the fabric off her slender waist. What an eyeful - the helpful noble now had a raging hard-on. Another man, in a similar state of arousal, was swimming over. Perhaps the strip show, as timid as it had been, had been too much.

Quickly, Emmaline bundled up the water heavy party gown and dragged it to the edge of the pool, dropping it in a heap at the edge. When she turned back to her sister, she watched as the newly arriving noble gentleman raised his own mask just enough to expose his mouth and give Caroline a kiss.

Now it was Emmaline's turn to feel shocked and stunned. The waters of the pool lapped around her, swirling around her body and she was excited. The scene unfolding in front of her looked absolutely blissful.

The original noble, the man in the goblin mask, wasn't to be outdone. He slipped behind Caroline and pressed his body up to the much younger lady. Reaching around from behind her in the pool his fingers grasped at her breasts. Caroline let out a little mewl of delight and tilted her neck.

A man in a Minotaur's mask, a work of art with two grand horns that curled from his forehead, pushed himself over to where Emmaline watched in amazement from the edge of the pool. He pressed his naked body to hers, his cock against her thigh.